Broken Poetry

Love

A wise woman once told me
Love is not,
Cannot,
And will not
Be real.
And ever since then,
I've believed her words.

Throughout my life,
I noticed a truth to her words.
My parents divorced
Like the many other couples out there.

I did a project on marriage and love,
And found that 60% of marriages
End up in divorce
Meaning,
That they were not in love.

Love is not,
Cannot,
And will not
Be real.

The words haunt my childhood,
And stories of fictional romance.
Princes and princesses,
Meet an ever lasting love.

I remember wanting to find my soulmate,
I had waited for him every day of my six year old life.
And once,
I even thought I found him.

He was nice,
Funny,
And handsome,
That was in seventh grade.

Of course he left,
He became my bully,
My hate,
And everything bad.
Love isnt real.
Love is just a dream we all wish to come true
But we are too fixated on love to see it's dangers.

It breaks people.
It broke me.

A little girl once asked me,
Will my Prince come?
With tears in my eyes,
I told her the truth.

Love isn't real my dear.
I'm sorry,
But I don't think he is coming.

She cried and cried,
The whole walk back to her home.

I felt bad,
Any normal person would.

Maybe love is real,
Maybe it isn't some wish
Or dream
Or lie.
Perhaps it is rare,
Something you have to work for.

Love is not,
Cannot,
And will not
Be real.

I think about it as I sit in the lecture,
And take very few notes.
My thoughts were too much of a burden.

Love...
Is it real?
Love...
Could it exist?

No, it doesn't exist.

On my way back to my lonely apartment,
With my head in the clouds,
I run into another student,
And fall to the icy floor.

He holds out his hand,
And helps me back up,
But for some strange reason,
My cheeks burn red.

Love.

He smiles and continues,
But I bring him to a stop.

Thank you for helping me,
Do you come here often?

He nods his head yes,
And continues to move forward
While I stand in awe.

The very next day,
I see him again.

He smiles a beautiful smile,
And waves his hand.
Blushing like crazy,
I wave back.
~
The years went on,
Our love only grew,
And I spoke to him often
After learning he was mute.

We spoke through pen and paper,
But I soon learned sign language.

He was a wonderful man,
With a heart so kind,
And every moment with him,
I could swear love was real.

Love is real,
It's right in front of me!

But my fears of him leaving return,
And I begin to distance myself from his kindness

What's the matter?

He asks me in sign.

And spill out my worries to this wonderful man.

I was scared,
So scared of losing another.

My parents had left me,
Like the rest of my friends and family.

And my heart just couldn't take anymore beatings.

He frowned and pulled me close
As tears ran down my cheeks.

He told me of his story
And how I've helped him through his journey.

He lost all his family the month before we met.
His friends had left him
When he became mute.

He told me how I was all he had left.
How he'd cherish every moment with me,
How he loved me more than anything else.

That was the night that he purposed to me.

~

Seventy years later,
He died a happy man.
He never once left me,
And I realized...

Love is definitely real.